Bitter love

I wish I was a lemon
and my beldam was a lime.
I’d squeeze her and she’d squeeze me
and oh, the sharp sublime!

We could be two citruses
or is the term citri?
(Pedantry aside,
it’s always worth a try.)

So come to me, my lime-pot,
my juicy fruit delight,
and let your bitter lemon
bite your bitter rind tonight.


 

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